Hmm... It's really been a while since I started our conversations with a 'Hey D' or a 'Dear Diary' By now I would have told you how my day went, and I've been meaning to tell you for some days now, at least I've not been all coupled up indoors. The day before yesterday I got a contract — yeah I wish. Actually a coursemate needed my help, they were far from campus, they'd gone back home and somethings needed processing at campus here, and they needed an available hand, and of course, the me that have no 'happy home', here I am, awfully available, so why not I do it hmm? Besides I needed to do mine too and thus I'm having 4 coursemate's stuffs to help em do.You know what's catchy for me though, is that I want to charge em for it. Of course for most unavailable students at campus, sending a representative is supposed to cost ya. But normal me wouldn't ask for it, I'd do it cause I want to. And I loved that me, you know. But here I am, looking for a charge, this better be a change for

So I noticed something D. For the past 7 days, I've been talking about what crossed my mind while climbing down the stairs with kegs to fetch water in. I honestly had no idea it'd take this long, and to think I'm not even done with the sequels yet. A lot happened after I joined the choir, and whilst I was in the choir, some other things were happening in my life, the girl I told you about, how 'our' story went, what steps I took with her, my job too — yeah I had a job, maybe I'll tell you about it, I think I should, I mean they all made the entire pieces of my life then. The girl I liked, choir and my work. Hehehe I smell memories here.But before all that, I was thinking of giving titles to each of my entries. Instead of just being a blant 'Day this' or 'Day that', I could have something along the lines of 'Day __ My missing symphony' something like that, or 'Day __ The Kiss", something along those lines — and don't think that thought crossed without me sniffing it, and no I don't

Yeah making a living isn't easy, but who said anything about making a living, did I? When did I ever? What proof is there that I did? The only arrangement I had, was getting employed, E-M-P-L-O-Y-E-D, I never said anything about making a living, so why did it look like a death sentence?7am through to 9pm. No provided food, cause that would cause a discount to the pay that wasn't even much to begin with, besides, only lunch was offered. And of course, a pure rookie with eagerness and padded naivety, I actually thought I was ready for this, and worse part, I'd leave home without lunch, just storming off like that, but in my defense, there wasn't anything to take anyways, so throughout the first month, I had no lunch, only eating when I got back home, continued till I got my first paycheck, then I was able to get myself lunch from same store, once in a while though — didn't want to end up using up the entire thing in the name of lunch.So to the most important question of the year, Di

My whole body was a matured tsunami.It would've been better if I could be like "I Flunked it" and that would suffice. But it really was a mess, and an 'I flunked it' wouldn't do.Have you ever ventured into something and wondered why that day in itself existed?If only I could see the future or something. And I really felt I could do this.After getting called in I stood in-between a board and eye piercing faces, it was no different from standing in-between a disliked wife and her all assuming in-laws, or standing in-between the girl you like and your bully who likes her, or something along those lines, I'm sure you get the point.Well standing in-between that board and those demonized faces— I think I meant focused faces, but whatever — I was stunned, I felt like I missed my house, at that point nothing would have done me better than just putting a pause on the day, and then a rewind, or probably a straight up delete and never to resurface, but we get what we get.Here I was, a guy

'Why me?' wasn't even a sentence I could afford to use, as the only thing I did was rush to Mr Head teacher's office to confirm. And "Yes only 5 subjects" was his response, and he said it with no atom of sentiment, like somehow somehow, miraculously, I was supposed to be aware of this, like it was some common sense knowledge that flew in the air that everyone was privil to. Talk about emotional damage then add a raise.On the other hand, joy mixed with my blood stream swarm to every corner of my body, breaking the realm and moving to my soul. Finally things made sense, for someone who had been managing to keep up with 12 subjects, 5 were definitely a walk in the park, some real soft bread.And you'd think life at work became easy. Well it did, for the most part of it.Just like any other thing the session ran it's course, and we were done with that term and session. Being my first fruits I loved those kids, being the first ones I had to experience teaching on a professional level wit